Having fully recovered (except for my scent which will die with this set of armor) I returned to the fray.
I entered chamber #5 and encountered another backwards Guardian!
We clashed steel. This former brother was a veteran like me.
"Have you enjoyed throwing your lot in with these creatures old man?!"
He chuckled as the edges of our swords ground against one another.
"Oh, a loyalist eh? Pathetic. Loyal... to NorthRoy. Ha! At least Mok puts meat on my plate."
I struck him with my shield, but he came back swinging sending me back into a corner.
"Meat? Is that what the brotherhood taught you to fight for?"
He found an opening and thrust his sword, slicing my side. Gah! I tumbled sideways away from him and maintained my guard.
"The brotherhood? That order was a joke. A bad one at that. Wake up warrior. Your King betrayed you, hmm? The man you're fighting for sold his soul... for some stones."
No. Not on my watch. These lies would not live me down.
I parried his strike and cut straight through his shield, breastplate, and forearm. His sword rang on the floor with his hand still attached to it.
"Stop! How can you... what choice did we have?! You remember his words! You would stand by him?! By that?!"
I'd heard this rubbish before.
"Collect yourself. I'll give you this," I said icily, with my sword pointed at his face. "Prepare for ascendance; or die as Mok's dog. Your choice."
He caught his breath. Leaning forward, he balanced himself on his knees, with his head raised high, and his eyes closed. I cut him through.
Rune count: 💎(12)